The Thief

11 Jan 05

I’m a man who does his work well
For me there’s no glory
A thief’s a figure running through the dark
I’ll tell you my story

I swear – I thought I was safe
I thought she was sleeping
But I left a little something on the window pane
And I felt myself falling

Every time I leave a home
Through a broken window or an open door
I love you that little bit more
And I know
That by loving you so
I will lead them to me

It must have been fate
It followed my shadow
And all the keys to all the locks
Remembered me – remembered that window

I see my way now I see it so clearly
One reason to live I hold it so dearly
Night is still my companion I can’t lose that feeling
The man has dealt me my hand
This hand’s made for stealing

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